Song I wrote today. Will add dry stems. Lyrics:
CHORUS
Old man’s fancy
Do a little dancey dancey
Old man’s fancy don’t fancy me
Old man’s fancy
In a little trancey trancey
Old man’s fancy don’t fancy me
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She walk on by, sipping kosher Coke
I’m wearing some invisibility cloak
Sight for sore eyes, let alone a poor sore heart
But she seeks a Dandy not some Old Fart

Man I gotta get a grip, Time has given me the slip,
And this ain’t Sunset Strip, but she firing from the hip …
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I could buy a merc’ree, cruise on down the road
Play ZZ Top till my speakers explode
Wouldn’t really matter, she’ll never look my way
Coz I’m over the hill and far I’m away …

Man I gotta get a grip, Time has given me the slip,
And this ain’t Sunset Strip, but she firing from the hip …
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From Brecon Beacons to the Banks of the Isis
Life is just one big midlife crisis
Remembering hunky dory
While experiencing faded glory

Man I gotta get a grip, Time has given me the slip,
And this ain’t Sunset Strip, but she firing from the hip …
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She walk on by, sipping kosher Coke
I’m wearing some invisibility cloak
Too old to rock, too young to die
Too late for hello, too soon for goodbye

Man I gotta get a grip, Time has given me the slip,
And this ain’t Sunset Strip, but she firing from the hip …